She's taken some nutty pictures of me, but we're friends so she wouldn't publish any of them.īRUCE: Now I wanted to ask you, having read in Celebrity Sleuth, my main source of information, about those Calvin Klein ads?īIJOU: It was kind of scary because they had this guy. That was fun.īRUCE: What about your family? Did you consult with them about Playboy?īIJOU: Yeah, they said, "Great, just make sure you have control."īRUCE: I guess there's nothing shocking about it anymore.īRUCE: Did they ask you for split beaver?īIJOU: No! Ellen has tons of those of me, from photographing me years ago, but she would never release them. īRUCE: Now did Hef come in during the shoot in his bathrobe?īIJOU: Yeah, he did. So tell me about your Playboy shoot.īIJOU: They contacted me, we went out to dinner, I had all these conditions, and we figured everything out.īIJOU: That Ellen Von Unwerth would shoot it, and that I would have control over the article and the pictures, pick where the shoot would be, what happens in the shoot, the clothing. Can you just interview yourself?īRUCE: Okay. Bijou flips through it distractedly as we settle in.īRUCE: I'm so tired. I'm quite excited, as I've been collecting the Sleuth's work for years. It seemed appropriate to bring along a recent issue of Celebrity Sleuth - a salacious magazine that digs up and reprints obscure or previously suppressed pictures of famous females in the nude - in which she ravishingly appears. She's also working on a follow-up to her debut album, I'd Rather Eat Glass, which was released last year, and this month she graces the cover of Playboy. I gazed in wonder at a girl who seemed to have the world at her feet.īijou will soon appear in James Toback's Black and White. She stretched out her long legs and nestled cat-like in the back seat as if in a perpetual state of limousine. For fifteen minutes I sat transfixed as she spoke softly into her flashing pink cell phone reciting a passionate, epic love poem to her current beau, then dismissed it as piffle. I hoped to see her again.Ī few months later, when Bijou was back in Toronto shooting a movie called Tart, we ended up in a cab one evening under the influence of some harmless club drug. She's a forthright and engaging young lady with a fondness for dirty rapping and spontaneous balladeering. Aside from mounting and almost disrobing one of our nubile female dinner companions, and shoving her tongue down her throat - which sent our servers scurrying nervously from the private room - I found her company quite civilized. Greeting me instead was a charming girl with porcelain skin and kewpie doll lips, and the particularly disconcerting quality of someone nineteen going on thirty-five. I'd already heard the rumors, and was anticipating a Tasmanian she-devil who might just as soon bite my hand as shake it. It was with a little trepidation that I first met young Bijou (through a mutual friend, the lovely, red-headed recording star Esthero) at a sushi restaurant in Toronto. Indeed, Bijou may have had her first drug experience before she was born. The senior Phillips' annoyingly cocksure autobiography, Papa John, chronicles the life of a selfish and driven man whose bipolar extremes, fueled by a self-destructive indulgence in sex and drugs, left a trail of broken lives in his wake. She's today's Tuesday, the new Drew, a wild child who, through fate and circumstance, was somehow allowed to partake of New York's nebulous nightlife at an age traditionally more suited to playing with dolls - that is, of the non-pharmaceutical variety.īijou is one of the three famous daughters from different mothers of Papa John Phillips of the '60s group, The Mamas and the Papas, the other two being MacKenzie, of American Graffiti and One Day at a Time, and Chynna, formerly of the pop band Wilson Phillips, and currently a Baldwin wife. In fact, Bijou Phillips, who will turn twenty in the year 2000, has been the veritable holy terror of Page Six for the past four or five years now. Bijou didn't disappoint in any of the films of hers I bought, and that turned me into somewhat of a fan!īack then, Bijou was a quarter-inch over half a foot taller than me, but now it's 4-and-a-quarter inches, which doesn't feel so mammoth-like! □ However, when I was her age, the difference would have only been 2-and-three-quarter inches.For anyone with even a casual relationship with the delicious Page Six, The New York Post's gossip column, "Bijou" should already be somewhat of a household word. Yes, I was still bedridden then, and just two months away from my hip replacement surgery. What really surprised me is that it was THAT long ago, 2017, that I bought a load of her films. Oh my - Bijou hasn't had any comments since Christmas 2017, and that simply isn't good enough for someone as special as she is, but having said that, there is something special about every individual.
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